Chapter 12 : Those That Wear Sheepskin

Jévon's POV "…I'm sorry, Jévon, but who is this?" I looked back from my boss to see Lord Ingálvur having a very heated conversation with the tropical fish in Mayor Alston's tank. He was speaking low to them in Arabic, but beyond identifying the language, I could not—for the life of me—understand why or what he was saying. "…An intern, sir," I finally said for lack of any lie which would be plausible to cover my lord's many…eccentricities. "He's had a hard time getting…accustomed to the city is all." "Ah," and Mayor Ethridge Coolidge Alston Jr. said nothing more on the matter, thinking of Lord Ingálvur as either a fledgling lotus-eater or someone riddled with knock-off enchantments. "Then perhaps we can look over these new proposals the Commissioner sent in this morning about needing more funds allocated from the budget?" "Of course, sir." It was easy slipping into the monotony of life as a deputy mayor, the endless paperwork and data entry that I could see in my slee